Blood and Malice (The Witch's Monsters Book 2) by Sarah Piper

Author:Sarah Piper [Piper, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Two Gnomes Media
Published: 2021-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

18

JAX

I ripped that chemise right the fuck in half, then made equally short work of the bottoms. They tore away like tissue paper, and I pitched the wet scraps over the edge, more than eager to welcome her naked flesh into my hands.

Her naked, Keradoc-free flesh.

Well, aside from the fucking cuff he’d clamped on her wrist.

Noticing where my gaze had landed, she sighed and said, “Don’t even look at it. It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. It’s like he’s got a dog collar on you.”

“Jax,” she said, capturing my face between her hands, forcing me to look into her eyes. “Right now, in this bathtub, it’s just us. Nothing else matters. Okay?”

She lowered her mouth to mine, and the taste of her kiss obliterated everything else—Keradoc’s power games. This fucking place. The drug mission Saint and I may or may not be able to pull off.

The complete insanity of our lives.

Haley was right. Here, now, there was only us. And nothing else mattered.

I stretched out my foot and twisted the faucet, replenishing the water we’d splashed out, filling the bathroom with steam.

Haley deepened our kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her thighs clamping around my hips, my cock hard between us.

Our first time together, I’d taken her hard and fast in the woods near the corpsevine fields, where we’d clawed and bit and howled like animals. After that, I’d taken her hard and fast in the apartment. I’d taken her hard and fast in front of Saint, bold and brash as I pleased, and then on her knees in the shower. After that night, I’d taken her in so many other ways it made my head spin. My wild angel matched me every time, always desperate for each crazy, searing-hot touch.

Slow and soft had never been our style. But tonight? It was all I wanted. Needed. No, not because of my wounds—she really had healed me. But because being here in this fucking castle at the whims of the warlord I’d barely survived during my last tour of Midnight only reminded me how fleeting everything really was.

Tonight, I just wanted to feel her. All of her. One sexy, devastating inch at a time. And I wanted to make it last.

I broke our kiss and grabbed her hands, stopping her from fisting me again.

“Relax,” I whispered against her throat, buzzing a trail of kisses along her warm skin. She was already resisting my hold, aching to get closer, to take, to receive. “Don’t fight me. Not tonight.”

“But we’re so good when we fight, sinner,” she teased, nipping my lower lip—a move that had me claiming her in another ferocious kiss, my hands sliding down to cup her backside as she writhed against me.

Fuck, I was so ready to just slide inside her and take her in every dark, wicked way, slow and soft be damned…

No.

I fisted her hair and pulled her back once more.

“Sorry, angel,” I whispered against her mouth. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

Her eyes blazed with heat, with desire, with the pleasure of submission.

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